One Sexy Ride(18)

He used the grip he had on her hair to tug her away slightly. “Close your mouth.”

Janey had both hands on his hips now, holding on tight as he played the head of his cock over her mouth, painting her lips with the moisture leaking from the tip. Then he pushed forward, opening her with his heavy shaft as he filled her mouth.

Oh, yes. She tightened around him as he retreated, adding suction to every move.

Len took control, rocking forward and back, fucking her mouth with infinite care. He pulled the hair back from her face, his fingers tender against her cheek as he angled her head more and continued to thrust forward.

Every chance she got she used her tongue. Her lips. Panting noises joined the heavy gasps escaping his lips.

“So fucking amazing,” Len whispered.

His butt muscles clenched under her fingers, and she figured he was close. She increased the pressure on the next withdrawal, and he swore.

“Janey…”

When the first taste of his release splashed on her tongue, she leaned in as hard as possible, swallowing around him. That only dragged another curse free, this one a mash of syllables that made no sense in any language, but the meaning was completely clear. His thick length filled her mouth, her nose pressed to his rock-solid abdomen as he shook. His hips continuing to pulse forward.

Janey swallowed again and again, her body’s aching need ignored because what she was doing was damn pleasurable all on its own.

He slammed a palm against the wall behind her, hovering over her as he gasped for air. Janey pulled back slowly, letting his cock go with a pop, coming back to lick his still semi-erect length. Leaving him with a kiss to the tip.

She rested on her heels, smiling upward. She must’ve looked like a cat that’d gotten into the cream. “You were awesome. And I won’t even ask how you knew to hold my hair and stuff, because, hey, I have Internet too.”

Satisfaction was damn near rolling off him. “That was a million times better than anything I’ve ever watched, because it was you.”

“Awww. You’re sweet.” She winked. “And dirty, which I like. That was so much fun.”

Len grinned. “That’s my line.”

He tugged her to vertical, catching her under her chin and kissing her passionately. She couldn’t stop smiling, her lips curving against his until he had to stop kissing her and instead rested their foreheads together.

His dark chocolate gaze drifted over her face carefully. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

“It will be,” he promised. “As soon as we get home. I have so many things I want to do to you.”

Janey helped him get dressed, because the sooner they rejoined the party, the sooner they could say goodbye. He was right. There were still so many firsts for them to enjoy.





Chapter Nine





The work down at the shop hadn’t changed, but the rest of Len’s days were totally different.

“Hey, loverboy. Can you concentrate enough to finish this tune-up? Or do I need to send you home early in the hopes you eventually get this out of your system?”

Dammit. Len jerked himself back to attention. “Sorry.”

Clay shook his head. “I get it, you’re having a good time with Janey and all that, but try to keep your head together while you’re here.”

He held in his protests because his brother was right. He was distracted, and down at the shop wasn’t the place to let his attention wander. So while he focused on the task in front of him, he attempted to put aside all the other things that had begun to fill his time.

Like Janey. Hanging out with her, and doing everything from dirt biking to canoeing. And yes, having sex, including everything he’d ever dreamed of, and a few things she’d suggested that blew his mind.

It wasn’t as if they were fooling around all the time. He was working, and she was working extra long hours to make her deadline of putting the house up for sale before the summer was out.

But she wasn’t sleeping at the construction site much anymore.

She hadn’t moved in with him, but when they finished exhausting themselves in bed, she tended to roll over, and Len would put an arm around her and cuddle her in tight.

If they woke up together in the morning more often than not, he couldn’t find much in him to regret it. This wasn’t going to last forever, but while it did, he’d make sure they both enjoyed it as much as possible.

Only he definitely was distracted. Enough that guilt set in, and when Clay asked for someone to help with a last-minute late-night job, Len put up his hand.

Mitch’s jaw dropped. “You?”

“Shut up.”

Clay cracked a grin as he wiped the oil off his hands with a rag. “I’d argue you out of it, but you’re old enough to know your own mind. If you need any help give me a shout, but otherwise I’m out of here.”

“Me too,” Troy offered. “Mike and I are headed up to Red Deer, if anybody wants to join us.”

“Don’t drive home if you’ve been drinking,” Clay warned, his face folding into a frown as he stared at his younger brother.

Troy shot him a dirty look. “Gee, Mom, I’ve never heard that before. What do you think, Clay? That I’m stupid?”

“I think when you get together with Mike, you don’t think,” Clay snapped.

“Get over it.” Troy shoved in the drawer on the wrench cabinet harder than necessary, the tools rattling with a loud clang. “I won’t do anything reckless, but maybe you should for a change.”

Clay folded his arms over his chest. “What the hell does that mean?” he demanded.

Troy shook his head as he headed toward the door. “Forget it, I’m not starting down that road because I have things I want to do tonight. Other than go home and watch television.”

He vanished into the parking lot, leaving a very confused Clay in his wake.

Mitch let out a big sigh. “Okay, he’s definitely got a stick up his butt but, Clay, lay off the mothering.”

“What did I do?” Clay grumbled. “Just made one damn comment—”

“You always make one damn comment more than you should. We’re all grown-ups now, and you don’t need to watch over us like a mother hen.”

“You haven’t complained about it for a long time,” Clay said. “And Len has never complained.”

Mitch and Len exchanged glances. While it was a little out of the blue, this was a conversation they should have had long ago. And Len couldn’t leave it up to Mitch like he always had before.

He faced Clay straight on. “I don’t complain about much.”

“That’s true.” Clay hesitated. “So, does that mean I’m a royal asshole?”

Len give a shrug. “You have your moments. You mean well, but you have a definite opinion about how people should go about things. You’re not necessarily wrong, but a guy likes to decide for himself. Troy isn’t stupid, and he’s not twelve, so give him room and let him make his own mistakes. Knowing he can come to you at any time is more important than you stomping on him to keep him on the straight and narrow.”

He turned back to the car he’d offered to work late on, popping open the hood to get started.

Behind him the low sound of clapping broke out. He glanced over his shoulder to see Mitch grinning from ear to ear as he applauded.

“Shut up.”

Mitch only grinned harder. “You don’t say much, but when you do, bam. That was one hefty two-by-four.”

Clay looked a little dumbfounded. “Did it really sound like I was stomping on Troy?”

Len paused. Just like he’d had his reasons for growing quiet, he was sure Clay had his for why he’d turned overprotective. “You like all of us to stay safe, and I get that. But you can’t shelter us forever.”

His brother nodded slowly, as if considering the whole situation from a new perspective. “I don’t mean to be an ass.”

“Good to know,” Mitch taunted. “Keep it that way, because I’d hate to see what life would be like if you were trying.”

Clay caught Mitch by the shoulder, and the two of them wrestled briefly until laughter and good-natured brotherly taunting returned.

By the time they got it together and left, Len was happy to have silence surround him. Except that after a few minutes, the place seemed strangely alone. He headed to the sound system and cranked up the music, filling the shop with a heavy beat to distract him from dropping everything to go see what Janey was up to.

Yep, Len would admit it. He was as bad as Clay in some ways, especially when it came to protecting Janey.

He knew she was capable and strong, as demonstrated by how quickly things were progressing around the building site. She worked damn hard, yet when they did other activities she was an enthusiastic participant, and she still found the energy to fool around.

She’d be leaving in a couple months. All he could do was enjoy their time together, and be glad he’d briefly gotten to experience her fire.

The repair job took less mental power and more brute strength, and he ended up stripping off his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow after crawling out from underneath the chassis. He lowered the wheels to the ground and got ready to do the rest of the tune-up when a low whistle pulled his attention to the door.

“Is this what you do in your after-hours? You got a job as a stripper and you’re practicing your moves.” Janey sauntered across the garage floor toward him, her sweet curves hidden under the coverall she wore while working on the house.